This Is My English Work, chapter 1
Monday morning, the warm blanket of the sun wrapped itself around the streets of Berkeley, California at 10 past 10.
In the train station in the heart of Berkeley, California loads of shoes were pressed against the hardend, slippery trampled ground with loads of chewing gum stuck to the stairs, the train rains and the walls leading down to the ground.
Everyone rushed, ran, walked and pushed to get to there right trains.
Then the light shone on a boy who looked in his teens, he was about 16.
The boy was sitting in a space in a little corner of a Coffee shop alone.
People who walked, or ran passed and the people who where having a nice cup of tea or coffee and a sandwich or cakes were staring at the lonly teenage boy.
The boy was sitting alone in the corner was playing on his guitar, the was wearing some jeans a red top and red baseball shoes called, "All Star Converse" and his brown hair was spiked up.
He also had a black cowboy hat on the floor upside down.
The people who walked passed dropped dollers in there, sometimes they dropped notes in depending if the've got some left.
A voice shouted out interupting the speaker, "Awww, Look it's poor little Mike Pritchard begging again!"
A gang of boys appeared walking towards Mike. They were all wearing jeans, denim jackets and arseneal football shirts.
Mike shivered when he heard the boy talk again.
The main boy whisphered to his mates and another boy replyed, "Oh, that's why he got kicked out of school."
Another boy spoke, "Yeah, that's cuz he's got a Herion addiction. Did you hear?"
The main boy kicked mike's hat that was on the floor over and stole the dollers.
"Take that back John?" Mike replyed,
The other boys laughed, sniggered and snarled at Mike said getting up, "Give that back, It's mine."
He stood up and walked towards the John main boy who was taller than the others, he had blond swaying hair and he wore a silver chain around his neck.
"Give that back John." Mike shouted to John the main boy.
John punched Mike in his jaw and fell aganist the wall.
Another boy who was tall and lanky with blue spiked up hair grabbed Mikes guitar from off the dirty, dry, dreaded floor and smashed it aganist the wall.
Mike was gobsmaked when he saw his guitar break, the strings snapped and it smashed into two.
That was the only thing that Mike had broght with him from when he got kick out of the house, now it had gone.
John and the other boys ran off, Mike sat there alone collecting the broken bits of his guitar, he felt sad and upset.
A lady wearing a grey suit with loads of shopping bags went passed where Mike was sitting.
She strolled back to where the sad, lonely, upset Mike was sitting.
The lady nelt down and helped Mike pick up the last remanig pieces of his guitar.
Mike was almost going to cry, She spoke, "You look so young to be homeless. Haven't you got a school to go to or a house to live in?"
Mike confessed staring atb the groud keeping no eye contact,then said, "I got kicked out of school, and now home!"
Mike shedded a tear and it slid down his face and onto the faced out floor.
It made alittle puddle on the ground.
The lady patted Mike on his back for comfort, "It's Allright, You can't stay here all night. I have a Idea, you can stay at my house i'm sure the others won't mind."
Somehow that put a smilie back on his face and he said, "That sounds great, but are you sure it's ok? "
"yeah sure." The lady said getting up with Mike.
"I'm Maria Armstrong, bye the way. And you?" She asked
"Oh me, i'm Mike Pritchard." Mike said
They both walked away, Mike helped Maraia Armstrong carry her Shopping bags.
In the train station in the heart of Berkeley, California loads of shoes were pressed against the hardend, slippery trampled ground with loads of chewing gum stuck to the stairs, the train rains and the walls leading down to the ground.
Everyone rushed, ran, walked and pushed to get to there right trains.
Then the light shone on a boy who looked in his teens, he was about 16.
The boy was sitting in a space in a little corner of a Coffee shop alone.
People who walked, or ran passed and the people who where having a nice cup of tea or coffee and a sandwich or cakes were staring at the lonly teenage boy.
The boy was sitting alone in the corner was playing on his guitar, the was wearing some jeans a red top and red baseball shoes called, "All Star Converse" and his brown hair was spiked up.
He also had a black cowboy hat on the floor upside down.
The people who walked passed dropped dollers in there, sometimes they dropped notes in depending if the've got some left.
A voice shouted out interupting the speaker, "Awww, Look it's poor little Mike Pritchard begging again!"
A gang of boys appeared walking towards Mike. They were all wearing jeans, denim jackets and arseneal football shirts.
Mike shivered when he heard the boy talk again.
The main boy whisphered to his mates and another boy replyed, "Oh, that's why he got kicked out of school."
Another boy spoke, "Yeah, that's cuz he's got a Herion addiction. Did you hear?"
The main boy kicked mike's hat that was on the floor over and stole the dollers.
"Take that back John?" Mike replyed,
The other boys laughed, sniggered and snarled at Mike said getting up, "Give that back, It's mine."
He stood up and walked towards the John main boy who was taller than the others, he had blond swaying hair and he wore a silver chain around his neck.
"Give that back John." Mike shouted to John the main boy.
John punched Mike in his jaw and fell aganist the wall.
Another boy who was tall and lanky with blue spiked up hair grabbed Mikes guitar from off the dirty, dry, dreaded floor and smashed it aganist the wall.
Mike was gobsmaked when he saw his guitar break, the strings snapped and it smashed into two.
That was the only thing that Mike had broght with him from when he got kick out of the house, now it had gone.
John and the other boys ran off, Mike sat there alone collecting the broken bits of his guitar, he felt sad and upset.
A lady wearing a grey suit with loads of shopping bags went passed where Mike was sitting.
She strolled back to where the sad, lonely, upset Mike was sitting.
The lady nelt down and helped Mike pick up the last remanig pieces of his guitar.
Mike was almost going to cry, She spoke, "You look so young to be homeless. Haven't you got a school to go to or a house to live in?"
Mike confessed staring atb the groud keeping no eye contact,then said, "I got kicked out of school, and now home!"
Mike shedded a tear and it slid down his face and onto the faced out floor.
It made alittle puddle on the ground.
The lady patted Mike on his back for comfort, "It's Allright, You can't stay here all night. I have a Idea, you can stay at my house i'm sure the others won't mind."
Somehow that put a smilie back on his face and he said, "That sounds great, but are you sure it's ok? "
"yeah sure." The lady said getting up with Mike.
"I'm Maria Armstrong, bye the way. And you?" She asked
"Oh me, i'm Mike Pritchard." Mike said
They both walked away, Mike helped Maraia Armstrong carry her Shopping bags.
